leading direct to your door.  On your knob are the prints of bloody fingers where you—­or some one else—­placed his hand in opening the door.  It was this discovery, made by me and my men, that fully convinced the enraged friends of the dead Prince that you were guilty.  When we opened the door you were gone.  Then came the search, the fight at the head of the stairs, and the race to the prison.  The reason I saved you from that mob should be plain to you.  I love my Princess, and I do not forget that you risked your life—­each of you—­to protect her.  I have done all that I can, gentlemen, to protect you in return.  It means death to you if you fall into the hands of his followers just now.  A few hours will cool them off, no doubt, but now—­now it would be madness to face them.  I know not what they have done to my men at the hotel—­perhaps butchered them.”

There was anxiety in Dangloss’s voice and there was honesty in his keen old eyes.  His charges now saw the situation clearly and apologized warmly for the words they had uttered under the pressure of somewhat extenuating circumstances.  They expressed a willingness to remain in the prison until the excitement abated or until some one swore his life against the supposed murderer.  They were virtually prisoners, and they knew it well.  Furthermore, they could see that Baron Dangloss believed Lorry guilty of the murder; protestations of innocence had been politely received and politely disregarded.

“Do you expect one of his friends to take the oath?” asked Lorry.

“Yes; it is sure to come.”

“But you will not do so yourself?”

“No.”

“I thank you, captain, for I see that you believe me guilty.”

“I do not say you are guilty, remember, but I will say that if you did murder Prince Lorenz you have made the people of Graustark rejoice from the bottoms of their hearts, and you will be eulogized from one end of the land to the other.”

“Hanged and eulogized,” said Lorry, grimly.

XVII

IN THE TOWER

The two captives who were not prisoners were so dazed by the unexpected events of the morning that they did not realize the vast seriousness of the situation for hours.  Then it dawned upon them that appearances were really against them, and that they were alone in a land far beyond the reach of help from home.  One circumstance puzzled them with its damning mystery:  how came the blood stains upon the door-knob?  Dangloss courteously discussed this strange and unfortunate feature with them, but with ill-concealed skepticism.  It was evident that his mind was clear in regard to the whole affair.

Anguish was of the opinion that the real murderer had stained the knob intentionally, aiming to cast suspicion on the man who had been challenged.  The assassin had an object in leaving those convicting finger-marks where they would do the most damage.  He either desired the arrest and death of the American or hoped that his own guilt would escape attention through the misleading evidence.  Lorry held, from his deductions, that the crime had been committed by a fanatic who loved his sovereign too devotedly to see her wedded to Lorenz.  Then why should he wantonly cast guilt upon the man who had been her protector, objected Dangloss.